Brunheed's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

As a battle-hardened warrior, she confirmed her physical condition as soon as she regained consciousness.

In addition to mental weakness and lack of physical strength, the injuries he suffered before seemed to have been non-existent in the first place.

What happened?

Brunheed regrouped his strength as he surveyed his surroundings.

She remembered that she had used all her strength to hide in a remote town, but the current landscape, no matter how she looked at it, was an endless snowfield and coniferous forest.

Who saved her?

Brunheed stood up on his guard, thinking about the second question after he woke up.

In the moments before she was completely unconscious, she did hear her name being called.

But now that he was not restrained, and there were no signs of other magic residues in his body, it meant that the person was at least not a chaser.

Who could it be?

Searching his memory for a limited number of faces, Brunheed couldn't find anyone who would lend a helping hand at this time.

(Whew...... ）

With a sigh, Miss Valkyrie wisely gave up her time-wasting guess.

In that case, it's okay to just ask me if so.

Leaning against the trees, Brunheed focused his gaze on the back of the figure who was groping for something on the ground not far away.

Brown-haired, young girls, and clothing is also a common formal wear in the Snow Country.

Impressions that have not been seen.

"Ahem...... Did you save me, thank you. ”

Habitually observing the other, she tried to spit out words with her parched lips.

“…… Oh? Are you already awake? ”

Feeling the gaze and gratitude from behind, the brown-haired figure also stopped moving, turned his head slightly and smiled.

It seems that her treatment is still good, and she woke up a little earlier than expected.

No, maybe it is......

Linking the awakened Valkyrie to some kind of 'vision' now, Zela ended her investigation and headed in the direction of Brunheed.

And the latter's expression became more and more serious as Zela approached.

"Hmm...... You are ......"

An inexplicable sense of similarity came to his heart, making Brunheed, who had not fully recovered, hesitate.

（…… Similar? ）

If the part of her body that belonged to the Cross Sect did not admit her mistake, she did feel the breath of the same 'saint' from the other party's body.

"Just call me Zela, you may not remember, but this isn't the first time we've met."

Standing still in front of Brunsheed, the girl who called herself 'Zela' seemed to be indifferent and said something that made her care so much.

(Not the first time we've met?) ）

Exhaling slightly, Brunheed's eyes narrowed.

You can't say you haven't heard of it.

She was sure that her memory as a Valkyrie was not bad enough to forget that she had come into contact with a Saint-level figure.

But the other party doesn't look like it, or there is no need to be untargeted.

So what's going on?

Years on the run have made Brunheed extremely vigilant and sensitive.

She chose the wording, wanting to continue.

It's just that what happened next made her not have the heart to guess whether the 'saint' little sister in front of her was friend or foe.

"Looks like someone doesn't want us to take a break."

A few seconds after the voice fell, some kind of special 'domain' was formed.

“……！”

Unlike Brunheed, who had a cloudy expression, stirring the air with her index finger, Zela was rarely interested.

In her perception, the anomaly she had just perceived was rapidly expanding, and now it had finally developed to the level of 'completeness'.

As far as the eye can see, the earth is gradually dyed with withered colors, and the breath of life is rapidly disappearing.

The sun is gone, and the silvery winter scene turns into a gray cage.

It's foggy.

……

******

- The cursed sword has carved its mark in the land of the dead.

By inserting the legendary "Sword of Hegni" from Norse mythology into the leylines to maximize the range of magical influence, the magicians are singing a twisted 'song'.

Presiding over the ceremony was a man named Saidrua.

Stroking the ring in his hand, the young man looked in the direction shrouded in the fog and smiled playfully.

Brunheed has no escape.

Ending up with this world that has become the Nibelungen is the best place for you, Hull, right?

Sedrujah couldn't help but chuckle under his breath.

This was an important experiment in the formation of Norse mythology, and a victory of great significance.

Four years ago, when they were ravaged and teased by the mysterious Valkyrie like a rat crossing the street, they never gave up studying the means and methods of confrontation.

After combining countless wisdoms, texts, and legal codes, the Five Great Societies, which have collected a lot of resources, have finally made a breakthrough in "Runi Magic", imitating the legendary "Ring of the Nibelungen".

Legend has it that whoever holds this ring can become the 'Lord of the World', and it is an artifact of the same level as the 'Spear of the Main God', the highest level of spiritual costume in Norse mythology.

It's a pity that a fake is a fake after all, and now its performance is already its limit.

Sedrujah sighed with regret in his unfinished satisfaction.

Therefore, Brunheed's 'knowledge' is what is necessary.

What was recorded in her mind was the true manufacturing method of the "Spear of the Lord God", as well as the "Last Runi".

At this moment, the hidden high-sounding ** was exposed, and at the end of the preparation to reap the fruits of victory, Sedrujah began to make no secret of the fanaticism in his eyes.

The sacrifice of the sacrifice was necessary.

All this is to make their 'myth' reign in the world again.

So, he wanted them all.

……

*********

The snowy land is being eroded for unknown reasons,

Brunheed was surprised to find that he could not raise any strength in this strange fog.

This made her face very ugly.

The power offset period has obviously passed, even if her 'saint' power tends to be weak at the moment, but on the contrary, the power of 'Valkyrie' should be the most active.

But the problem is that now her strength has not been restored.

That's a bit wrong.

Brunheed lowered his head, as if he had noticed something.

After repeated iterations, she made it clear that her strength was not not not restored, but that the power of the 'Valkyrie' had been weakened, always increasing or decreasing at the same level as the power of the 'Saint'.

There's something wrong with these fogs!

Gritting her teeth, Brunsheed had realized that this was supposed to be a technique developed specifically for her and the Valkyrie.

Those guys, do you want to catch her even if you want to do this?

Brunheed thought with some sadness.

The intermittent strength is simply not enough to support the battle, and if she is really the only one, it is indeed time to be caught obediently.

Life is full of accidents and twists.

Brunheed's depression faded a little.

No matter how well the intelligence work of those magic associations is in place, they wouldn't have expected that another 'saint' would suddenly appear here, right?

Brunheed turned his gaze to someone.

So.

Will you make a move?

She prayed in a low voice as she prepared for the worst.